Dear reader, I've been under the weather lately. It always takes me a few days to figure this out: am I sick or am I just tired? Am I sick or in a bad mood? Am I sick or do I really want to dig a hole and crawl inside it? Am I sick or is the entire world conspiring against me?
It turns out the answer is D: all of the above. I am sick plus slightly paranoid to boot.
Since I am sick, please don't expect these photos to correlate with anything I happen to say. That's raising the bar too high.
Although the piece of gum? Sums up perfectly how I'm feeling at the moment.
I noticed it one day while picking up Sophie from school and yes, I crouched down to take a picture (chewed gum bearing pristine tracks is a rare find) and yes, she was horrified when I told her what I did.
Being sick did not stop me from going on a run, however. A sore throat and disappearing voice do not factor into the experience either way. No, it was a crochety hamstring and the fine sheen of a fever on my brow which fueled my sojourn into the wilderness.
To be fair, today's run didn't qualify as a run so much as it was a wandering off course while looking for meteorites and bees, not registering the fact I was far from civilization until it suddenly hit me and the thought of building a fort and living there sounded more appealing than making the effort to return home.
But I did return home, especially once I remembered there was a lemon Starburst hidden in the car.
Out of pity for my condition, she let me take this picture.
Izzy has a violin lesson today. It lasts an hour and a half, and she thinks it is over before it even begins.
When Caroline heard Izzy mention this, she exclaimed: You are so lucky! I wish my lesson could be an hour and a half!
None of which helped allay my fear that the world is conspiring against me and everyone, Caroline included, is a robot and maybe that run wasn't such a good idea after all and my head weighs a zillion pounds and I wish I could just dig a hole and crawl inside it.